Sonic Vore Story-The Price of a Decent Meal
Sonic Vore Story
Amy Rose, Tikal, Rouge the bat, Sally Acorn, and Cream had fought against Robotnik for many long years, into their early-20 to early 30s. And finally they had defeated him and his minions. Now one of his lackeys would sign a document of surrender.
Amy Rose, hedgehog, smiled, "So Robotnik can't sign the document himself. Typical. He has to have one of his minions do it for him."
She was actually more interested in getting Sonic after all these years: surely he was out of excuses.
Rouge, treasure hunter, smirked, "That's too bad. I was looking forward to stealing more of his things."
Tikal, a female echidna, who had fought against Chaos and had allied herself with Sonic was more interested in the long-term ramifications, "Shame this had to go on for so long. There could have been peace much sooner."
Sally, half-squirrel and half-chipmunk, smiled at Amy, "It's finally over. Sonic is yours." Sally had decided it was best that Amy Rose finally met up with Sonic, and for her to get over her breakup with him. Cream, rabbit, like Tikal was looking forward to peace. She also was looking forward to ice cream (while still minding her manners), socializing and watching TV. Rouge had hooked up with them once again, hoping for get another opportunity to steal jewels from Robotnik.
Unsurprisingly, Robotnik had picked a castle for the document-signing. Not of them suspected this was actually a trap, albeit one that Robotnik's minion had proposed. Ilene, a green skinned humanoid lizard, was that minion. She had been fighting Robotnik's enemies right into her early 30s, and she was tired of it. So they went into the castle, and there Ilene was. Although she was not presenting her true appearance, she figured it would be better to hide that till the end.
"Hello there," Ilene said with false civility. "You must be starving from your long journey," she continued.
It was no accident that Robotnik had picked such a remote and hard-to-reach castle, the journey was sure to wear them down. Ilene could see that, in spite of their attempts to hide it, they were indeed tired and hungry. She would sate that later need all too well.
"I believe it is more to care for one's guests, so I have plenty of food to give you," Ilene smiled. They looked at her skeptically, and she laughed, "No worry it isn't poison. I will eat with you."
Amy Rose narrowed her eyes, "You first."
Ilene looked perfectly calm, "Of course."
So the female lizard began to eat (though of course she was immune to the food's effects). The food was rigged: loaded with fats, metabolism-slowing chemicals, hunger-stimulants, time sense disruptors, addictive additions, flavor increasers, a chemical that caused a state of half-awakeness, another that interfered with higher reasoning, another that suppressed the sense of "being full", etc. In other words, these foods would eventually induce dramatic effects in most life forms that devoured it. Even Ilene had to alter her body chemistry in many ways to make up for gaps in her immunity. But it had been worth it.
Ilene knew the foods' effects could be managed if she moderated her intake of them. "As you can see, there is no danger. I am perfectly all right. I've been eating for quite a while, and I'm fine," Ilene said.
And for a while(20 minutes), the heroines would be relatively unaffected save for a gradual increase in hunger and not feeling full, but then the rest of the chemicals would kick in soon afterwards. Convinced the food was safe, the entourage sat down to eat at a massive table and on very strong seats. They were astonished by how much food was on their plates.
Cream balked, "I can't possibly eat all of this!"
Ilene shrugged, "Give it a chance. You might like eating this stuff more than you realize."
Rouge didn't even use manners, she just started stuffing her face, and she wasn't even under the food's influence yet. She grabbed a chilidog and bit into it. Cream tentatively reached out and carved out a piece of blueberry pie, as well as some heavily buttered carrots. Sally had some roasted peanuts, thoroughly salted. Amy Rose picked up some potato chips. A number of sugar-coated orange slices found their way into Tikal's mouth. Sally spoke up, "pass the buttered popcorn."
Cream smiled, "Be sure to share it with the rest of us Sally."
Ilene's stomach growled loudly, she realized she would eat a lot of meat in her stomach soon. But it would only be a matter of time before Ilene had all the meat she needed before her, it just needed to be fattened up a bit.
So she began to introduce more and more fat-filled confections, a haphazard mixture of healthy and junk food. Ilene had never been good at arranging meals. Cheeseburgers, hot dogs, chilidogs, potato chips, ice cream, all found their way into the heroines' stomachs. Their bellies started to bulge outwards, gas began to build-up. Amy Rose was really digging into the chilidogs. She loved how good they tasted as she ground them up and swallowed them whole. Cream could not say no to all the ice cream before her, she devoured it all. She gulped it down, tub after tub after tub. Sally dumped all of the nuts before her down her throat without hesitation, Tikal chomped down her chocolate candy meals. Amy ate her chilidogs so fast that her body didn't have time to process them correctly. Amy soon felt pressure incessantly pushing against her butt, straining to get out, inflating her ass.
Eventually she couldn't hold it any longer, the discomfort was too great. She felt her ass open up, and her butt vibrated slightly as a fairly loud and dense fart escaped. Amy Rose blushed, the dissipating gas cloud smelled faintly of chilidogs. Rouge paused, then smirked, "Good idea." A rather explosive and wet sounding fart erupted from Rouge's behind. Amy giggled at Rouge's blatant act; she could feel the food and drink she had devoured and downed forming into poop and pee. Cream, in spite of herself, let loose a few poots of her own. Sally eventually farted as well, a rather stinky and dense one too. Tikal let one rip last that put the rest to shame.
Rouge did little but dug into sugar-coated candies and fruits, devouring without care. A small "beer gut" was beginning to form on the bat's body, and similar bulges were visible on the other heroines as well. Amy Rose continued to stuff herself; she was still hungry. She grabbed some slices of cake and pie. Her hedgehog's belly was becoming uncomfortably swollen, as it bloated outwards. Rogue let loose a particularly stinky fart, and then chewed into some sponge cake, ice cream, and hot dogs. Similar farts haphazardly erupted around the table. All the while Ilene carefully watched what she ate.
Now the chemicals were starting to kick in: Amy felt a growing need to devour more food, which Ilene provided. Every time her plate emptied, Ilene refilled it. Rogue felt the same desire, and her lack of restraint already ensured that she would eat even faster. The effects soon made themselves known on the others. Tubs of ice creams and buttered popcorn went down the bat's throat, causing her belly to bloat even further. Eventually their stomachs became so stuffed they couldn't even compress them. Their outfits were being strained by the amount of food in them. Now all that fat, combined with the chemicals that slowed their metabolism, started to be absorbed into the rest of their body. Visible amounts of fat were accumulating at their joints: knees, necks, elbows, wrists; their bodies softened and rounded out somewhat.
Amy Rose then realized she needed to use the bathroom, so she left. Once inside, she pulled down her panties, sat her nude bubble-butt on the toilet, spread her cheeks with her hands, let off a steady and stinky stream of urine, and then strained. She signed as a strong fart rumbled out of her bottom, then she started to thrust and grunt as she began to force out her load. Amy could feel the poop as it slide and creaked out along her anus, it was a big one. It was quite stinky too, Amy thought. She swung her buttocks a bit back and forth on the toilet seat, her teeth clenched and her face tight. Another fart, just as ripe, fired out of her ass. Amy Rose's turd was finally dislodged and fell into the water with a loud plop. A couple of potent farts and large turds later, and Amy Rose was finished. Fumes rose from the toilet and the room smelled of dense flatulence.
Amy wiped herself off of poop and pee, and then pulled up her panties. Then she went back to the table and resumed eating. Rouge went into the bathroom right after Amy Rose, and let loose farts and poop that easily dwarfed Amy's. The other women soon followed suit. Ilene had put more chilidogs, cheeseburgers, French fries, and other fatty foods onto Amy Rose's plate while she was away. The chemicals went into overdrive, and Amy Rose felt half-asleep and very single-minded all of a sudden. All she wanted to do was eat, and the others felt the same not long after. They would come out of the bathroom in a hurry; they all wanted to get back to stuffing their faces.
The heroines lost track of time as they resumed gorging themselves. They didn't even bother to wipe their outfits off of food that had fallen on them, so fixated on snacking. Their ass would occasionally feel inflated, so they would impatiently discharge numbers of putrid dense farts that made their cracks feel greasy. The heroines' bellies swelled outwards as if they had swallowed a volleyball and a half. Now they were all definitely chubby. Their arms and legs had noticeably increased in width with the extra fat. Their cheeks were round and puffy; they had the beginnings of a second chin forming. Their breasts, already large, had gained a cup size or two. The women's bellies were starting to sag, love handles were forming; their clothes were becoming quite tight.
The chairs automatically (and silently) adjusted for their weight and growing girth. They went thorough the soup like crazy, then the hams, then the cooking lard, then the pumpkin pies, then the chocolate cakes, and then.... Their bodies were oversaturated with fat, and it showed. As the females' swollen bellies processed more food, the lard was distributed to the rest of them. But they remained oblivious. By now, all of the heroines were farting on a sporadic but fairly regular basis. They were too focused on eating to notice. Their clothes had torn in places; around their bellies, asses, and breasts; their panties were now thongs. Their bodies were starting to balloon outwards; they were gaining weight even as they got up to go to the bathroom again.
All of that junk food in their systems was causing massive buildups of poop as well as pee within them, since there was very little nutritional value in the foods they were now eating. The heroines were beginning to have trouble moving. Their asses were twice their original size when they put them down; rolls had appeared on them. Even when they sat down they had difficulty doing it. And their farts had become far more powerful and long-lasting. Whenever the women used the bathroom now (and they used it frequently), they really used it. The now overweight women's farts were literally thunderous and ludicrously overpowered; the fumes actually impaired their ability to think straight. Likewise, they all had a great deal of difficulty pooping. The heroines' turds had substantially increased in size, and they really had to strain their butt muscles to get them all out.
Their bellies were now half the size of large beach balls, their arms were twice the size they had been before as were her now gigantic legs, their panties and bra had broken under the strain (as had most of their outfits), their love handles were massive, their butts were ridiculously oversized, and they all had two chins for sure with a third on the way. Their overall bodies was covered in rolls and soft, thick, ample fat. Due to the chemicals, however, the women were largely oblivious to the magnitude of how fat they were. They just went right back to eating. They'd get up off the toilet, wiped themselves' off, flush, and walk back to the table. The obese women's flabby bodies shook loosely like jello up and down as they waddled out in and out of the restroom door.
They were largely unaware of what was going on around them; they just devoured what was on their plates. The women were now farting explosively and constantly, their bodies were simply unable to process the sheer amount of food going into them correctly. With a loud burp, Amy Rose finally lost her mobility. The others followed suit so after. Their arms and legs flailed uselessly. They could no longer move, they was simply too fat. All their straining succeeded in doing was causing them to pass gas thunderously. Ilene anticipated this, and feeding tubes steadily fed the growing heroines with liquefied junk food. In a course of a matter of hours, they grew to the size of automobiles. And by the time Ilene was finished, the five heroines were gigantic. Multiple chins, large red cheeks, round faces, useless flabby arms and legs, grotesquely oversized breasts, lard-filled flattened butts, absurdly huge love handles, and jiggling mammoth bellies half the size of police boxes; almost every part of them covered in titanic fat rolls and flabby lard. They couldn't do much, though they did burp and fart quite often.
Ilene smiled, "I bet you're all so under the chemicals effects none of you have no idea what's going on."
Then the lizard woman revealed her true self: a gigantic snake twice the immobile women's size. "Do you have any idea how difficult it is for a creature my size to avoid going hungry? You think I stayed loyal to Robotnik because I like him? He ensures I don't starve. And that matters: I'm always hungry. I have to go to extraordinary lengths just to feel sated for a few precious days, a week perhaps if I'm lucky. I don't fatten you up because I like it so much as I have to. I must eat you all to survive." Ilene the Snake finished her sentence, and then moved in on the heroines.
She extended her jaws hugely, and then closed them over the tremendously obese women. It took all of Ilene's strength, but she finally managed to get the bloated blobs down her throat and towards her stomach, one by one. Her soon-to-be digested prey quickly passed out from lack of oxygen, and then they were no more. Ilene slithered her way out of the castle and into a field, returning to her lizard woman form. Her titanic belly looked like it had five car-sized spheroid-like shapes in it, but it was worth it. Ilene savored the combined taste of one hedgehog, one rabbit, one chipmunk/squirrel, one bat, and one echidna.
Now Ilene would wait, her digestive system took quite a while to finish. They were all immersed halfway in stomach acid, in separate chambers. Their skin very slowly turned red, then black, and then began to partially dissolve. All the excess fat clung to their collapsing forms. The acid went inside the obese women's orifices, digesting almost everything they touched. Then Ilene adjusted her position, and the heroines' upper halves were submerged in digestive juices as well. Those parts soon dissolved and became largely formless. Ilene farted loudly several times, the gas alternately albeit vaguely smelling like hedgehog, bat, etc. In that time, Ilene became tremendously fat, perhaps tens of thousands of pounds from all the fat she absorbed from her prey. She was so fat she fell somewhat flat on her belly.
Her powerful intestines took the heroines' digested forms in one by one (and again into separate areas), and began compressing them into gigantic turds. The material was mashed together into five very large dark brown and black objects the size of cars. For quite a while, Ilene waited. She knew this was going to be a gigantic dump. She could feel the turds moving throughout her, eventually arrived at the entrance to her butt. Her ass looked tremendously inflated. Ilene farted explosively, the sound reverberating for miles and the gas traveling about as far, causing her titanic behind to vibrate like a cell phone. She let loose several more, trying to force the gigantic turd out.
Ilene strained tremendously, and very slowly the car-sized poop slid out of her butt. It seemed to take forever; the smell of her poop was absurdly strong. Although she couldn't see it, the poop was in fact Rouge "turdified". The give-away was that the Rouge turd was still "wearing" the scraps of the outfit she'd worn when digested, as well as the various clues given by the undigested elements. After a couple more minutes of constant effort, the "turdified" Rouge slid out onto the grass. The treasure-hunting, hugely obese bat was now a well-formed, strong-smelling and solid piece of car-sized poop. Ilene strained again, farting thunderously.
After much effort and a ludicrous amount of gas, Cream turd was expelled next to the Rouge one. Then Sally Acorn's turdified form followed; then the Tikal turd was released, and finally the turdified Amy Rose. Side by side the new additions to Ilene's collection of "mementos" were pooped out, and then vacuum-sealed in tight glass cases by Ilene's robotic helpers who had just arrived on the scene. She always kept the end results of what she had done to living beings, to ensure she never forget those she had devoured. Ilene knew that even with her ability to burn off fat at an incredible rate, it would still be a while before she could move again. But again, it had been worth it. It was just the price of getting a decent meal.